Waiting in Azkaban
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I wait here in this freezing cell
The north wind whips my hair
Perhaps I've died and gone to hell
And I barely even care
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There's only one thing I live for
If I'm even still alive
The return of the Dark Lord
I know that he survives
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Dementors always outside my door
They've been there fourteen years
I barely notice them anymore
Too insane to feel fear
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I hear the tortured screams
Of others locked inside this place
But from far away, as in a dream
They seem to be but a fading trace
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Of those who cried in dread
And died inside these walls
You can breathe and yet be dead
And every day I think I'll fall
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Yet even I do not despair
A year ago my Mark burned black
We howled into the bitter air
We knew that he was back
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But we couldn't, couldn't leave this place
We tried a thousand times
To hear his voice, to see his face
Nothing more did I desire